Words were not

to be spoken.

They had been 

proven useless.

The point was clear 

to those seeking clarity. 

All was pointless

to those avoiding it. 

Words could serve

to recount

the unmatched oddity, 

but were to fail 

in changing its course. 

Words were to serve
in the future, their
only time now.  

The fourth

It's the fourth and
the numbers add up.
What's your number,
my love?

How much have
I longed for you?
More than I have
for all others?

How many tears
have I cried for you?
More than I have
for all others?

Memory misleads.
Is that what you
will fade into?

And after you?
Will there be more
numbers?
Will there be more
memories?

Who will ever come
into my heart to stay?
Not you, my love.
Not you.

that was the night

that was the night that saw
all that has since remained unseen,
that was the night that heard
all that has since remained unheard.

all words were then spoken
all gestures were then made,
each as bound to fail as the other,
for only one person was disturbed
and the other remained untouched.